We’re all well aware of the popular dating app, Tinder. If you’re not, it’s basically an app where you can either swipe right if you’re interested in someone or left if your not. If you swipe right and the other individual does as well, you get alerted that you are a match and can message each other and go from there.
As I’ve shared in a previous post, I recently moved to the DMV area and hopped on Tinder for fun as a way to get out and meet guys in the area. I’ve had a few matches and ultimately went out and tried new restaurants and have had good conversation. It wasn’t until I decided to go out and meet one guy that I noticed how catfishing is a real thing.
Ok so maybe the guy didn’t go so far as post another guy’s photo in place of his, but he definitely tried to portray himself in a different light.
Meet Brad. That’s his real name. He was charming, friendly and had great conversation. The three photos he had on his profile screamed grown man and I could feel that he was athletic. Definitely a plus in my book.
We chatted for a day and then the next day he invited me to an Open Mic night at the popular restaurant Bus Boys and Poets in DC. I love the food and atmosphere there, not to mention I was also looking forward to meeting him in person, so I responded yes at the first moment I got the chance.
I threw on some fitted jeans and heels and when I arrived at the restaurant he shot me a text saying he was by the book section. I gave the section a good look over and didn’t see him so decided to call his phone. He was like I’m right in front of you.
The only person right in front of me was a 5’2 guy with a creepy smile. “Hmm. I don’t see you.” He laughed and headed over and to my surprise the short creep turned out to be Brad.
I had a permanent blank stare plastered across my face and a loss of words. He looked nothing like the photos he posted which depicted him as being tall and attractive. This guy I was looking at was none of the above but it was definitely the guy I had been talking to. Same voice, same sense of humor but I couldn’t get past the point that he just wasn’t…attractive. Could photos really lie?
To make a long story short I stayed about an hr at the open mic night and then said I had to leave to prepare for work the next day and ran out of there.
I later told him that I just wasn’t interested in him in that way and that we should part ways.
Since then I make sure I ask for some kind of social media handle to do a thorough look over at what a person really looks like. The top three pictures on Tinder can be extremely deceiving.